Out of the chaos we divide,
Fucked up, muddled up, looking for a side.
Stay on the outside, don't go in,
Don't think that you can do it, if you sell out they win.
It's not like that the changes are made,
Give in to them, your chances are delayed.
You'll feed with your energies the things that you hate,
Diluting your strength each time they say yes.

It will do anything to accomodate,
Accomodate you and your liberal ideas.
You're the child in their garden,
The dog on their lead,
Their token to changes that are never made.
Can't you see that for centuries it's been the same,
Plenty like you have been seduced to the game.
The chain's still as tight, won't let in the light,
Can you tell me what's different?
Whose hopes you will feed?
Will you feed their arses,
Will you feed their hands?
Big hands, big hands, big hands, big hands,
Big hands, big hands, big hands, big hands,
Big hands, big hands, big hands, big hands,
Big hands, big hands, big hands, big hands.